I kept intending to write yesterday’s blog, but I was already too deep into “Big Sky River” to focus on anything else.  Lots of prayers and no hay deliveries or appointments or sick horses helped.  And I must credit going low-carb with part of this burst of energy I’m enjoying–it’s quite amazing. 

I’m certainly no expert on the new lifestyle, so I’m trying to learn all I can.  If I’m going to succeed at this, and stick with it long-term, I know I need a varied menu.  Starting with George Stella (QVC is where I first saw him) cookbooks–and a

I’m late, I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date!  (No, it’s not MY date.  It’s Boone and Tara’s–things are heating up in “Big Sky River” country, and nothing will happen if I’m not there.) 

I enjoyed a relatively quiet weekend, did some art, puttered, read, etc.  Not very exciting, I know, but my own personal brand of art therapy seems to restore me on all levels.  I did gobble up Leslie Rule’s book, “The Ghost in the Mirror”, on my Nook, along with a couple of collections culled from “Fate” magazine.  Must be the coming of fall–I’m into